Differing Touch

Every time she calls, I'd like to just ignore her
I think she's working both sides, it's not my paranoia
But I can't cut her loose, that girl does the act
Like a snake with wings, I know this for a fact

One night she's dark and French
One night she's blonde and Dutch
Every time you near her
She has a differing touch

She seems to speak as simple as a nursery song
The last thing you notice is that it all seems wrong
But that’s emotion, it’s not all white and black
I can’t accuse her without obtaining every fact
If she’s guilty, it wouldn’t change a thing
Once she changes to that snake with wings

One night she’s dark and French
One night she’s blonde and Dutch
Every time you near her
She has a differing touch
Has a differing touch

She's like a salamander, the way her colors change
And you can't understand her, unless you get deranged
She be Italian and tan, she be German and light
I've seen her Oriental, it changes every night

One night she’s dark and French
One night she’s blonde and Dutch
Each time you near her
She has a differing touch
Oh every time you near her
She has a differing touch